photo credits Gordon Bowbrick
when after all this drought
the first drop fell on the city
it brought a tiny love
for everybody living there;
the sound it made convinced
the grass to send out
scores of little blades
to green the ground
the scares the drought left
in the mud that dried out
in the sun need lots
of loving rain to close;
most of the trees deprived
of water did not get
their colorful autumnal coats
but they will wait;
meanwhile they all smile
a tiny smile with a sweet taste
on their cracked lips
kissed by a little drop
a little rain, a little hope
a tiny love,
what else
we need today?
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